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  • O ye dead Poets, who are living still Immortal in your verse, though life be fled, And ye, O living Poets, who are dead Though ye are living, if neglect can kill, Tell me if in the darkest hours of ill, With drops of anguish falling fast and red From the sharp crown of thorns upon your head, Ye were not glad your errand to fulfill?
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes , Fall Quotes , Crowns Quotes
  • This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms. Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes , Ocean Quotes , Twilight Quotes
  • What heart has not acknowledged the influence of this hour, the sweet and soothing hour of twilight, the hour of love, the hour of adoration, the hour of rest, when we think of those we love only to regret that we have not loved them more dearly, when we remember our enemies only to forgive them.
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    Tags : Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes , Sweet Quotes , Regret Quotes
  • Time rides with the old At a great pace. As travellers on swift steeds See the near landscape fly and flow behind them, While the remoter fields and dim horizons Go with them, and seem wheeling round to meet them, So in old age things near us slip away, And distant things go with us.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes , Time Quotes , Age Quotes